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120_minutenFandom: original - WRATH
Rating: P16
Team: Greif
Prompt: Angst - JOKER (Inspiration von![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fischgraete)
Warnungen: death mention
Länge: 773
Zeit: 30
A/N: An diesem Kapitel habe ich viel zu lange geknabbert, weil weder die Charaktere noch die Inspiration noch der Plot in irgendeine Richtung wollten. Danke ans Team für die moralische Unterstützung, der Knoten ist geplatzt und ich hatte Mühe, meine Gedanken überhaupt schnell genug mitzutippen. Raah.
A/N2: Es ist zwischendurch sehr fluffig für angst, aber ich glaube, emotional habe ich die Kurve noch gekriegt.
The photo was the first thing Rin noticed.
It was right there, in the middle of his usually very tidy desk, glued down with a single strip of tape on the top side.
Unusually, it was facing downwards, but polaroid cameras had this specific paper and format he’d likely recognize anywhere. Just how exactly had this photo made its way into his locked office?
He reached out and carefully removed it from his tabletop, tossing the tape before turning it around and freezing in his tracks.
He’d recognize this photo in any form, but this had the added shock value of being the original one. The first one. A sign of his failure.
It showed Diego, 10 years younger than now - maybe more -, sitting on the hood of a car, cigarette in his mouth, burning match in his hand. And it brought him back almost immediately.
Fucking hell.
———
“And then she said- she said—“ Diego wasn’t able to finish the sentence because of the laughter Rin had infected him with. It was June, a warm summer night, and they were both drunk and happy.
“Doesn’t matter.” Rin made a vague hand gesture. “We’re on top of the world and nothing’s getting uns down.”
“Cheers to that!” Diego raised his empty bottle and tried to drink out of it, bursting into laughter again when he noticed his mistake. “You know, I thought about making them fear us…” He raised the gun he’d been holding for a while. “…but they already do!”
It was a fake gun, Rin knew that, but there was some sort of unease forming in his stomach whenever the topic came to it. This almost counted as a step over the line he’d sworn he would never cross. Almost. It was a toy, after all, and Diego wouldn’t dare to use it.
Diego took out a cigarette, the gun now resting on the hood of the pitch black car he leaned on. He seemed lost in his thoughts for a second or two and Rin couldn’t help the butterflies forming in his stomach.
“You’re beautiful”, he mumbled.
Diego’s gaze met his and he smiled. “I know.”
“Hold still, this is a moment.” Rin nestled with his backpack’s zipper, then finally took out the polaroid camera they had bought at the start of this summer. For moments of us that we want to keep, Diego had said in a rare moment of sentimentality.
“Alright, pose.”
Diego held the gun up to his temple and posed, but Rin hesitated. The fucking gun again.
“Without that.”
Through the viewport he could see Diego roll his eyes, but he obliged, turned to the side, cigarette in his mouth, lighting a match that lit up his face in a beautiful way.
Rin snapped the picture.
“You don’t like the gun?”
“I don’t. I feel like this is a step too far.”
Rin slowly stood up from the spot in front of the car where he’d been sitting for the past hour or so.
“I just… I feel like you’re going to do something stupid with that.”
Diego pretended to be shocked. “Something stupid? I’ve never done something stupid!”
“You know that’s not true.” Rin took a few steps towards Diego and leaned over him. “You’ve done plenty of stupid things. You’re gonna get yourself killed one day.”
Diego raised a hand against Rin’s neck and pulled him closer. “They’d have to catch me first, and they never will.”
Rin couldn’t help but smile against Diego’s lips. “I hope you’re right. I really do.”
Diego kissed him, softly at first, then more and more intense, again and again, and Rin almost forgot to worry about him.
———
A tear that dripped onto the photo tore him out of his memories.
They had been so young that summer, so naive, so in love with the world and each other. So high on life that they’d been sure nothing bad could ever happen to them.
And now Diego was gone. Without saying goodbye. Without giving a reason.
I’ve been doing this for so long, Rin. I’ve never crashed, not once. If I die while driving, it’s not an accident.
The talk they’d had had been about sabotage, about rival gangs wanting to kick them off of their number one spot, but it had burned itself into Rin’s mind forever. It’s not an accident. Not an accident.
That night, the night when he took the photo, everything had seemed too perfect to be true, and it hadn’t even taken another month to show him that things weren’t perfect. Far from it, actually.
Because just a few weeks after, Diego killed someone.
Rating: P16
Team: Greif
Prompt: Angst - JOKER (Inspiration von
fischgraete)Warnungen: death mention
Länge: 773
Zeit: 30
A/N: An diesem Kapitel habe ich viel zu lange geknabbert, weil weder die Charaktere noch die Inspiration noch der Plot in irgendeine Richtung wollten. Danke ans Team für die moralische Unterstützung, der Knoten ist geplatzt und ich hatte Mühe, meine Gedanken überhaupt schnell genug mitzutippen. Raah.
A/N2: Es ist zwischendurch sehr fluffig für angst, aber ich glaube, emotional habe ich die Kurve noch gekriegt.
The photo was the first thing Rin noticed.
It was right there, in the middle of his usually very tidy desk, glued down with a single strip of tape on the top side.
Unusually, it was facing downwards, but polaroid cameras had this specific paper and format he’d likely recognize anywhere. Just how exactly had this photo made its way into his locked office?
He reached out and carefully removed it from his tabletop, tossing the tape before turning it around and freezing in his tracks.
He’d recognize this photo in any form, but this had the added shock value of being the original one. The first one. A sign of his failure.
It showed Diego, 10 years younger than now - maybe more -, sitting on the hood of a car, cigarette in his mouth, burning match in his hand. And it brought him back almost immediately.
Fucking hell.
———
“And then she said- she said—“ Diego wasn’t able to finish the sentence because of the laughter Rin had infected him with. It was June, a warm summer night, and they were both drunk and happy.
“Doesn’t matter.” Rin made a vague hand gesture. “We’re on top of the world and nothing’s getting uns down.”
“Cheers to that!” Diego raised his empty bottle and tried to drink out of it, bursting into laughter again when he noticed his mistake. “You know, I thought about making them fear us…” He raised the gun he’d been holding for a while. “…but they already do!”
It was a fake gun, Rin knew that, but there was some sort of unease forming in his stomach whenever the topic came to it. This almost counted as a step over the line he’d sworn he would never cross. Almost. It was a toy, after all, and Diego wouldn’t dare to use it.
Diego took out a cigarette, the gun now resting on the hood of the pitch black car he leaned on. He seemed lost in his thoughts for a second or two and Rin couldn’t help the butterflies forming in his stomach.
“You’re beautiful”, he mumbled.
Diego’s gaze met his and he smiled. “I know.”
“Hold still, this is a moment.” Rin nestled with his backpack’s zipper, then finally took out the polaroid camera they had bought at the start of this summer. For moments of us that we want to keep, Diego had said in a rare moment of sentimentality.
“Alright, pose.”
Diego held the gun up to his temple and posed, but Rin hesitated. The fucking gun again.
“Without that.”
Through the viewport he could see Diego roll his eyes, but he obliged, turned to the side, cigarette in his mouth, lighting a match that lit up his face in a beautiful way.
Rin snapped the picture.
“You don’t like the gun?”
“I don’t. I feel like this is a step too far.”
Rin slowly stood up from the spot in front of the car where he’d been sitting for the past hour or so.
“I just… I feel like you’re going to do something stupid with that.”
Diego pretended to be shocked. “Something stupid? I’ve never done something stupid!”
“You know that’s not true.” Rin took a few steps towards Diego and leaned over him. “You’ve done plenty of stupid things. You’re gonna get yourself killed one day.”
Diego raised a hand against Rin’s neck and pulled him closer. “They’d have to catch me first, and they never will.”
Rin couldn’t help but smile against Diego’s lips. “I hope you’re right. I really do.”
Diego kissed him, softly at first, then more and more intense, again and again, and Rin almost forgot to worry about him.
———
A tear that dripped onto the photo tore him out of his memories.
They had been so young that summer, so naive, so in love with the world and each other. So high on life that they’d been sure nothing bad could ever happen to them.
And now Diego was gone. Without saying goodbye. Without giving a reason.
I’ve been doing this for so long, Rin. I’ve never crashed, not once. If I die while driving, it’s not an accident.
The talk they’d had had been about sabotage, about rival gangs wanting to kick them off of their number one spot, but it had burned itself into Rin’s mind forever. It’s not an accident. Not an accident.
That night, the night when he took the photo, everything had seemed too perfect to be true, and it hadn’t even taken another month to show him that things weren’t perfect. Far from it, actually.
Because just a few weeks after, Diego killed someone.